by Beth Fore “For we know in part and weprophesy in part, but whenperfection comes, the imperfectdisappears. When I wasa child, I talked like a child, Ithought like a child, I reasonedlike a child. When I became aman, I put childish waysbehind me. Now we see but apoor reflection as in a mirror; thenwe shallContinue reading “The Mirror of My Soul”